Why Do You Even Like Me? (Teenage!Michael Myers x Teenage!Reader) [ CHAPTER ONE ]
warnings: broken bones, hospital setting, strangulation
writers note: hi!! sorry i haven’t been so active! i’ve been so busy with school n stuff ;; hope you like this one!
Your time at the hospital was great.
Last week, you slipped off a tree and broke your arm. Odd, since you were always so careful with climbing trees. You found yourself to be gifted with your physical health, and you haven’t broken a bone since you were 10. You were 17 now. 7 years is a long time. Probably because of the stupid rainstorm a few nights before.
That was your favorite tree, and it basically just turned on you. Fuck that tree, man. You thought.
Your mother walked in with a bag of food, smiling at you. She had bright forest eyes, that was a mix of brown and green. You got those eyes from her, and with your father’s hazel eyes, it was a beautiful forest in your orbs. It could entrance anyone.
“Y/N,” She hummed as she placed down the bag. “you haven’t eaten yet. Eat some food with your good arm.”
You looked down at the bag, excitedly digging through it. You’ve been eating applesauce for a while, as well as yogurt and soft foods. You had 3 surgeries in one week because they had to deal with other stuff while you were in the hospital. You were tired of the mush. It tasted like vomit now, since you were so used to the smell.
“Mama,” You looked up and smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” Your mother kissed you on the forehead, and looked at you with such care. “Since you can get out of bed now, would you like to walk around on your own? Just make sure you don’t fall.. again.” She would laugh, patting your (H/C) hair. You nodded. “I’ve been so bored, I can’t even sketch any trees.”
A hobby you had was to draw. Trees specifically. You loved drawing your favorite tree, even after it hurt you.
You were walking in your black hoodie and baggy jeans, walking to more of the.. mental part of the hospital. You were always curious of what a mental hospital looked like; and since you were here already, it’s better to find out yourself. You were almost an adult anyway.
You peered your head around the corner, noticing a room that was blocked off and locked. You’d smirk, pulling out your bobby pins and walking over to the door. Curiosity killed the cat. You picked the lock, looking around before shoving the lock in your bag. A treasure to put in your collection, possibly?
You slowly opened the door.. it was empty..? It looked like someone was here recently, but no one was inside. You stepped forward, slowly closing the door behind you.
A bed laid there amongst the empty room.
It was worn, and a knife would be there next to the bed. It gave you the creeps. A chart at the end of the bed peaked your interest, as you reached down and grabbed it, reading the juicy content that was written down.
DIAGNOSIS : PSYCHOPATHY, BIPOLAR DISORDER, SCHIZOPHRENIA
DESCRIPTION : THE PATIENT H..
You put down the chart. Michael Myers. Isn’t that the serial killer that was down the road when you were a kid? The child who killed his sister, Judith Myers? This is him?
I never thought that he would be he—
Hands suddenly sprung around your throat, slamming you down on the ground and pinning you down. You let out a wheezed cry, scratching at the person with your fingernails of your good arm. Your attacker’s blonde locks swayed in front of his face as he tightened his grip around your throat.
Yet he stopped and stared at you. As you struggled beneath his massive figure, you stared back. His grip on you was put on a hold.
“.. H.. Hi..” You choked out.
He slowly tilted his head to the side, before slowly letting go. You were his age. He’s never met someone around his age gap.. It was always older people. There, he spoke his first words in a long time.
